Nostalgia bites

Some of the FlashDogs have been getting nostalgic in recent times - and there is nothing wrong with nostalgia. They have been harking back to the times of Flash! Friday, Micro Bookends and Three Line Thursday ... competitions which were the focal point of the pack and which are still sorely missed. As I started to compile flash written during those years of continual and ongoing competition, I came across this poem I wrote as an homage to them all:

Goodbye 
 
On Friday everything changed
But you wouldn’t have noticed
Despite Thursday’s silence
The portent proclaiming
The beginning of the end
With no painted words
Or multiple triplets birthed
From brush-stroked lives
 
And as that picture vanished
Lines went missing elsewhere
Stolen from criminal bookends
Whose grip handcuffed thought
Robbed some of more
Than a little a reason
Once upon a time
Until sentence was served

Even as I write, Friday fades,
Becomes a freeze-frame moment
Of stories gone in a flash
While the remorseless clock
Counts down the minutes
To when we must say goodbye
And turn the page together
 
*** Many, many thanks to Flash! Friday, MicroBookends and Three Line Thursday